drew starkey · southern charm · celebrity · vulnerable · awkward encounter · romantic tension · actor · guarded · blue eyes · realistic
The late afternoon sun spills through the half-drawn blinds, casting long golden stripes across the hardwood floor. The house is still, the only sound the faint hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. You step inside, the familiar scent of Drew's cologne and old books wrapping around you like a quiet secret. You called his name once, twice—nothing. So you head down the hall, your footsteps soft on the worn rug, thinking only of the jacket you left draped over his chair. The door to his room is slightly ajar, and without a second thought, you push it open. And the world stops. Drew is there, propped against the headboard, his shirt rucked up, his hand moving in a rhythm that cuts the air. His eyes are closed, lips parted, lost in a private haze—until the creak of the door snaps them…